Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

The moment I pushed open the apartment door, the chill of the late autumn evening was completely shut out.

The entryway was lit by a warm orange light. Kikawa Sumi skillfully took out a pair of her own slippers, a size too big, from the shoe cabinet and placed them next to Gojo Satoru's feet. Then she took off her trench coat and casually hung it on the coat rack next to her.

"I'll go prepare dinner." As Sumi Kichikawa rolled up her shirt sleeves, she turned to look at the white-haired man stretching beside her, her eyes full of gentleness.

"I'm making sukiyaki today. Go wash your hands first, and wait for me a moment."

"Okay—thank you for your hard work, Cheng!" Gojo Satoru changed into slippers, strolled into the living room with practiced ease, and comfortably threw himself into the soft fabric sofa.

Hearing the sounds of running water and light chopping coming from the kitchen, Gojo Satoru leaned back on a cushion, his long legs casually crossed, a relaxed smile on his lips.

Just then, the phone in my pocket vibrated softly with a "buzz".

Gojo Satoru took out his phone and swiped the screen with one hand.

It was an encrypted briefing sent by the intelligence officer.

[Mr. Gojo, there's an update regarding the three high school students you requested be thoroughly investigated for bullying Yoshino Junpei.]

The three individuals were attacked by unidentified individuals on their way home from the arcade last night. All three have been taken to the emergency room of Tokyo Metropolitan Hospital for treatment.

According to preliminary investigations, there were no traces of magical energy or physical violence at the scene, including blunt or sharp weapons. Aside from a few streaks of blood from their own scratches on the ground, it was almost impossible to tell what had happened. However, the three individuals appeared to have suffered severe mental trauma, falling into a state of extreme frenzy and self-harm, and were preliminarily diagnosed with severe mental breakdown.

Should we continue to monitor them?

Looking at the few lines of cold text on the screen, Gojo Satoru's azure eyes narrowed slightly, but there was no trace of pity in them; instead, a hint of amusement flashed across them.

He tapped the screen lightly with his fingertip, replying with a brief command:

[Continue monitoring. Report any unusual activity immediately. Also, cover up the incident completely and don't let the supervisory department notice.]

After sending the message, Gojo Satoru casually tossed his phone onto the coffee table, crossed his hands behind his head, and looked past the bar counter in the living room, his gaze landing on the slender figure in the kitchen who was facing away from him, chopping side dishes with his head down.

Without a doubt, Xiao Cheng is definitely involved in the fact that those three scumbags ended up in the hospital.

Xiaocheng's near-breakdown and loss of control last night, her obsession tinged with intense nihilism, could not possibly have been as simple as just "saving someone."

Moreover, no traces of magical energy or physical violence were left at the scene.

Every single one of them points to Xiaocheng.

Gojo Satoru knew that Sumi Kiseki possessed a power system completely independent of the "Jujutsu World".

It is a rule that is more hidden and indescribable than magic.

But how exactly did he do it?

Gojo Satoru's mind couldn't help but wander into wild ideas.

Was it simply a case of violent torture?

He tried to visualize the scene in his mind:

Dr. Kichikawa, who was always gentle and soft-spoken, took off his white coat and put on a black suit. Holding a bloodstained baseball bat, he stepped on the backs of those scumbags like a street thug, coldly torturing them with physical force...

"puff……"

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but burst out laughing.

No, it can't be that simple.

The report stated that there were no signs of physical violence.

Therefore, Xiao Cheng must have used some more secretive, advanced, or even more advanced method than the current understanding of the sorcery world.

Gojo Satoru quietly watched Sumi Kichikawa's retreating figure, his gaze growing increasingly profound, surging with deep love and indulgence.

His doctor seemed to have really kept a lot of things from him.

The man who always adorns himself with gentleness is definitely not as harmless as he appears on the surface.

Recalling the chilling sharpness in Xiaocheng's eyes when Shunping was bullied before; and then thinking of last night's almost insane, abyssal outburst;

And this ruthless method, which leaves no trace yet can completely cripple a person...

Honestly, Xiao Cheng... could she have been involved in the underworld before?

The thought of this possibility didn't frighten Gojo Satoru; instead, it made his heart beat faster.

I really want to see it.

I really want to go and see it.

Dr. Sumi Kichikawa is no longer the gentle and restrained person she once was.

That is Sumi Kichikawa, who tears away all pretense, revealing her fangs, moving with ease in the darkness, stepping over blood and bones.

That kind of girl, Cheng, who exudes a deadly aura, must be... incredibly sexy.

Just then, Sumi Kichikawa came out of the kitchen carrying washed ingredients, preparing to set up the portable stove on the dining table.

He looked up and met the pair of azure eyes of Gojo Satoru staring straight at him from the sofa.

Her eyes held undisguised inquiry, interest, and a certain sticky smile, which made Sumi Kichikawa's heart skip a beat.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Kikawa Sumi put down her plate, picked up a towel to wipe her hands, and asked with a mix of helplessness and amusement,

"Is there something on my face?"

"No." Gojo Satoru rested his chin on his hand, tilted his head, and looked at him with a lazy, teasing tone.

"I was just thinking... what would it be like if Kosuke went into the mafia?"

Sumi Kichikawa paused slightly as she wiped her hands.

He looked up at Gojo Satoru's face, which was filled with curiosity and amusement, and couldn't help but chuckle: "How could you suddenly have such a strange idea?"

"It just suddenly occurred to me."

Gojo Satoru blinked, like a cunning big cat.

"After all, my Xiaocheng usually looks so gentle. If he wore a black suit and black gloves, and looked at people with the same eyes he uses to look at trash... wow, he would look incredibly cool!"

Hearing Gojo Satoru's unserious joke, Kikkawa Sumi shook her head helplessly.

"Okay, stop fooling around, go wash your hands and get ready to eat."

"Yes, sir~" Gojou Satoru saluted with a grin, then turned and strolled off to the restroom.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Sumi Kichikawa stood still, the smile on her lips slightly fading, and a complex and distant light flashed in her eyes.

The Mafia?

Kikawa Sumi silently pondered these three words in her heart.

In fact, Gojo Satoru was right.

In his long and almost faded career as a mission taker, he did have several experiences in the underworld.

He once wore a dark suit and, amidst gunfire and bloody rules, handed knives to the protagonists chosen by the world, and also shielded them from bullets.

At that time, he was indeed as Gojo Satoru had imagined: cold and ruthless, able to decide the life and death of others with a smile, and to clear away all obstacles with the most ruthless means.

However, those memories are too distant now.

So long ago, if Gojo Satoru hadn't suddenly brought it up today, he would have almost forgotten that he had once lived through such a period stained with blood and smoke.

But last night's loss of control, and the "causal loop" used for Shunpei, made Sumi Kirikawa realize clearly that some things in her bones had never truly disappeared.

The man before them, this extremely perceptive sorcerer, might have already sensed something.

But he did not expose himself.

Are you still waiting for something?

However, Gojo Satoru's casual remark reminded him of the worlds he had traveled through before.

It seems that he hasn't been to those places in a long time.

Suddenly, images of cherry blossoms fluttering in the air in Tomoeda Town, and the vibrant smiling faces of Sakura Kinomoto and Tomoyo Daidouji appeared in my mind.

He remembered that when he received the lucky candy from Sakura, he seemed to have promised them that if he had the chance, he would definitely bring the person he cared about to meet them.

Now, the "anchor point" that made him willingly stop is firmly in his hands.

Perhaps it's time to find some time to take Satoru to Tomoeda Town.